As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare   To view the still waters and take the salt air   I heard an old fisherman singing this song,   Oh take me away boys, me time is not long      (chorus): Lock me up in me oilskins and jumper   No more on the docks I'll be seen   Just tell me old shipmates I'm takin a trip mates   I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green      Oh in Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell   Where sailormen go if they don't go to hell   Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play   And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away      (chorus)      Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale    And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails    Where you lie at your leisure - there's no work to do    And the skipper's below making tea for the crew      (chorus)      Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through   There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too   Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free   And there's bottles of rum growin off every tree      (chorus)      Oh I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me   Just give me a breeze and a good rollin sea   And I'll play me auld squeezebox as we sail along   With the wind in the riggin to sing me this song      (chorus)